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finds
only blank wall, and no matter the passageways he takes, maddeningly,
none allow him any more than the sounds of the Minotaur gathering up
his belongings, and slowly walking off, unhindered in his own Maze.
Time passes, and the young warrior is now without food or water,
and it doesn't take long to figure out that the Minotaur is not taken
in by his attempted ruse. Conquering his pride, again he divests
himself, and now walks the maze naked, figuring that life with a
chance of possible future success is better than an ignoble death of
thirst. Again, the maze shuts him off, and again he hears the
ponderous, heavy sounds of the Minotaur's hooves through the thin,
unyielding rock. But this time, it would seem that the Minotaur's
desires are assuaged, for he hears the echoes of the hooves closer and
closer still, then further for a moment, and around the corner looks
up at what rough beast now owns him, eight foot tall or higher, with
black, short fur delineating h
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